121 to shuffle the papers, very deliberately and with his lips moving as though he were reading to himself, and his eyes blinking slowly behind his spectacles. "We've got those figures down to rock bottom," Mr. Peacham said. " I know that all right. But I wish we could shave off a little more, some way. The amis are always say- ing the whole principle just isn't economic. Now take that editorial last week in the Messenger, They say we run the price of tobacco up by tacking on a lot of items and the farmer never sees that money. And that we hurt business and hurt the community." "All those arguments have been satisfactorily answered, I believe." It was Senator Tolliver talking. He was holding an unlit cigar in his hand, rolling it delicately between his fingers. " In the papers and on the platforms. We know it is an economically justifiable method. And all reasonable men whose interest hasn't blinded them-----" "Such a calf ain't been dropped yet," Mr. Christian said. "—they all see that. Even the companies themselves will probably come to accept the situation with good grace. They will save a good deal of money by being able to deal directly with a responsible organization such as the Association. It will no longer be necessary for them to run from one indi- vidual grower to another. In the end they will save more than the Association expense and per cent. They will come to see the advantages, I am sure." He kept rolling the cigar, slowly and delicately, between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand. Now and then as he spoke—and he spoke with a slight air of constraint, of abstraction—he would glance at the pile of documents in front of Mr. Sills. Mr. Sills had, apparently, found his paper now, for he coughed sharply and catarrhally. " And I am sure," the Senator continued, " they will bow to the inevitable and accept the position of the Association* I interpret these offers as a token of a new, a more reasonable attitude toward our organization."